Chapter: 1760

But Carson didn't reply anymore. He had fallen deep asleep.

Rosa sighed helplessly. She had no choice but to help him walk to the sofa with difficulty. Then, she let him lie down.

She took a coat and covered him. This time, she got the chance to look at his face. Under the dim light, he still looked handsome even when he slept. Mixed emotions surged in her.

"Carson, I'm sorry." Rosa squatted beside the sofa and stared at him.

The next day, the morning sunlight seeped through the gaps between the closed curtains. The golden sun rays sprinkled on the bed. The man lying in the bed was awakened.

Carson turned over with a frown, feeling a sudden pain in his temples. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

He remembered he got drunk last night.

"Carson, you're awake!"

Libby approached, setting down the glass in her hand with a smile.

Carson furrowed his brow upon seeing the woman in front of him. He remained silent, quickly recalling the events of the previous night, attempting to understand why Libby was there and what had happened to him.

He glanced down and noticed that his clothes were neat and tidy.

He silently breathed a sigh of relief. It at least proved that nothing regrettable had occurred while he was drunk. Just as he was trying to piece together the events of the previous night, Libby's voice broke the silence.

"Carson, you drank a lot last night. You must be feeling rough.

Would you like some water?"

Carson looked at the water on the bedside table and responded groggily, “Thank you."

After saying that, he drank up the water in a single gulp.

Libby took the empty glass from him and asked tentatively, “What happened to you last night? Why did you drink so much?"

“Nothing, really. I was just happy." Carson narrowed his eyes.

Thinking of what she witnessed outside the box the previous night, Libby couldn't help but pursed her lips. She gazed at Carson with a touch of unease, curious if he remembered what had happened last night.

“What brought you so much joy?"

Carson felt a sharp ache in his temples. He massaged them Lightly and said casually, “I've secured a project.”

"Really?" Libby's grip on the glass tightened unconsciously, though she maintained her smile.

“It seems that this project is very important to you, Carson.

"Yes."